Emily McCall

After what has mysteriously managed to be both the longest and shortest year of my life, my baby boy turned one year old this week. I’m still not quite sure I can believe it! But we’ve been so busy with all the festivities, maybe it just hasn’t had a chance to sink in yet. Here’s how we celebrated…

First, we had a little photo shoot to commemorate his sweetness at this age:

He’s just too, too much! Then on the morning of his birthday, we surprised him with a crib full of balloons:

He loved it!

We had a quiet little celebration that evening with pizza and presents:

Even the rocking sheep got in on the fun:

Then we had to get ready for Quinn’s big “first birthday fiesta” on Saturday.

(Trying to get a good photo of Quinn in that sombrero for the invitation was no easy task, as these outtakes demonstrate. He could whip that hat off in less than a second!)

Anyway, the party was just a small one for our family, but I (predictably) went a bit overboard. Lots of crafting and lots of stockpiling Cinco de Mayo party supplies, but I was really happy with the way it turned out.

We had a fun taco bar. Ben made all the spectacular food, and I made the cake and cupcakes.

The party was primarily in the back yard, and it was an absolutely gorgeous afternoon.

And the margaritas were flowing!

The birthday dude had a pretty good time too.

His grandma, cousin, and aunt helped him open presents.

But Quinn wasn’t at all sure about the cake. What really sent him over the edge, though, was about a dozen people all standing around him and singing “Happy Birthday” at him:

He just couldn’t take it! Poor buddy. I did manage to get him to eat some cake a little later though and he liked it just fine.

Oh, my little man. I love him so much! I just can’t believe he’s a year old. But here he is, month by month:

Now I’m off to cuddle this little dude before he suddenly turns two!